Part Three
by soleil (c) (sonsoleil@hotmail.com)
Night fell and darkness descended on the prisoners. Defeat hung heavy in the
air; they'd been captive for two days now and no end to the ordeal seemed to be
in sight. Wrapped in her blanket, Sarah huddled down next to Karen and Rob. John
was missing, though. He was gone from the hut by the time she returned from the
beach but she didn't ask the others where he was. They'd been warned not to
speak unless spoken to and nobody dared disobey, least of all Sarah.
Footsteps, and one of the men strode in, bags in hand. He'd left just after
Sarah and her tormentors came back and he'd been gone for some hours. "Fucking
boat almost died on me," he swore, dumping the bags on the old wooden table at
the far end of the room. "Didn't think I'd make it back."
Rummaging through the bags, he seized an apple and crunched into it. The
prisoners watched him jealously - they'd been given no food and little water
over the course of their incarceration and all were hungry and thirsty. Noticing
their longing stares, S grinned. "Hungry?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Silence. Nobody wanted to speak.
He crossed the room and glared at the little group. "Have you all gone deaf? Am
I talking to myself?"
Karen shifted nervously under his glare and inched closer to Rob. The men
terrified her, the leader in particular. She remembered Sarah's brutal treatment
at his hands and she hadn't forgotten how he'd threatened to let his friends
rape her. But, yet again, it was Sarah he pounced on.
"I thought you, of all people, would have learned by now," he said, leaning down
and twisting her hair so she was forced to look up at him. "I asked a question,
didn't I?"
"Uh, yes Sir," winced Sarah as his grip on her hair became almost unbearable.
"Well? What's the answer?"
"No Sir, we haven't gone deaf. You're not talking to yourself, Sir. And, yes,
we're hungry, Sir. And thirsty, Sir." Sarah sighed with relief as his grip on
her hair loosened. He squatted down in front of her, one hand absently stroking
her hair while he searched her green eyes with blue chips of steel.
"You've had a long day, haven't you, Sarah?" he asked softly, almost gently.
"Would you and your friends like some water? Food, perhaps?"
Sarah's eyes filled with tears. Such tenderness after her rough treatment was
unexpected. "Yes, Sir, we'd be very grateful, Sir," she replied, trying not to
cry. Her efforts were in vain. Large, fat tears welled and spilled down her
cheeks, leaving damp trails in their wake.
S traced the tracks with his index finger. "Beautiful," he murmured, his lips
warm against her ear. Collecting the moisture, he brushed Sarah's lips lightly
with his finger. Despite herself, Sarah's lips parted and she sucked her tears
from his finger, tasting the saltiness on her tongue. "What will you do for me,
I wonder? What will you do so your friends can eat? What will you do so you can
eat? Will you do what I want you to do?"
"I'll do anything, Sir," Sarah whispered. "I'll do what you tell me to do.
Please don't hurt me again, please."
S gathered Sarah in his arms and held her close to him. His warmth seeped
through her thin blanket, soothing her bruises and abrasions. Unconsciously,
Sarah relaxed against his hard body, seeking comfort and reassurance from the
man who had treated her callously and coldly. "You're such a slut, aren't you?"
he asked, rubbing her back in a circular motion. "You should hate me, but here
you are, cuddling up to me like a bitch in heat. "What are you?" He tipped
Sarah's head back and looked deeply into her eyes.
Sarah knew what to say. "I'm a slut, Sir," she said, breaking his gaze as she
shivered in humiliation. He was right, what was she doing? First, she came on
his hand while he fisted her brutally on the beach, and now this. How could she
seek comfort and strength from a man who'd been so ruthless with her? What was
the matter with her? She hardly recognised herself.
"My slut," he agreed, standing. "Get up, and lose the fucking blanket while
you're at it." His voice was hard now, his eyes cold.
Sarah did as instructed, fearful of what she'd be told to do next.
"There's bags on the table with food and water. You may give your friends a
bottle of water each, and some of the fruit. But be quick about it."
Sarah scurried to the table, anxious to carry out his orders before he changed
his mind. Carrying one of the bags back to Rob and Karen, they thanked her as
she gave it to them. Rob offered her a bottle of water as she sat beside them
again and she took it gratefully - her throat was dry and parched and she ached
for a drink. Breaking the seal, she froze as she heard S's command.
"Stop!" he snapped, glaring at her.
Confused, Sarah stopped what she was doing.
"Did I give you permission to drink, bitch?"
"No, Sir," she replied, shame creeping over her. He was fucking with her head
again. She had learned to recognise the tone in his voice and knew she was on
dangerous ground.
"That's right, I didn't. Since when do you take matters into your own hands? I
show you a bit of kindness and you think you run the show. I give you an inch,
and you take a mile. Let's get one thing clear. You don't do anything, you don't
say anything, and you don't think anything unless I tell you it's okay. Do we
understand each other?"
"Yes, Sir," muttered Sarah, sulkily.
"Yes, Sir, no, Sir, three bags full, Sir," she added, in a reckless display of
defiance.
A palpable hush descended on the room as all watched for S's reaction to Sarah's
rudeness. It wasn't long in coming.
Quick as a flash, he crossed the room and hauled Sarah to her feet. He dragged
her to the table at the far end of the room and bent her over it face down so
her ass faced the others. Kicking her legs wide apart in one vicious move, he
ordered one of his men to fetch the coil of rope lying in the corner. Ignoring
Sarah's protests and pleas, he proceeded to secure her ankles and wrists to the
table legs, tying her so that her arms and legs were spread in a star fashion,
her breasts squashed painfully against the table top. When he was done, she was
tightly bound and couldn't move at all.
Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. "Should I gag you?" he mused aloud.
"Nope, don't think I will. I want to hear you scream, bitch."
Sarah tossed her head from side to side, fearfully wondering what he planned to
do. She could hear him, but she couldn't see him; he'd positioned himself so
that was the case. Then, she heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone and
the snap of leather as he whipped it from the loops of his pants. Cringing now,
she realised he meant to hit her with it and she begged him not to.
"Please, Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I was rude and I didn't mean it. Please don't hit
me, Sir, please!" she begged in desperation.
"Shut up, slut," he said grimly. "Take your punishment like the disobedient, bad
mannered cunt you are and I might let you see tomorrow. I'm gonna strap you
three times with my belt, and you're going to count each one off. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Sir," said Sarah, wishing with all her heart she hadn't been so foolish.
The belting began. Sarah heard the swish of his belt through the air the spilt
second before she felt its impact. The first blow licked across her ass and sent
red-hot pain burning through her body. Yelping in pain, Sarah tried to wriggle
away but she was bound tightly, there was nowhere for her to go.
"Count," he demanded, steel in his voice.
"One," gulped Sarah, her throat thick with tears.
The belt struck again, striping her ass with fire as the leather bit into her
soft skin. He hit her in exactly the same spot as he did before, layering stripe
on stripe. "Two," moaned Sarah. The pain was fierce and exquisite - she could
barely breathe. Red heat turned to white-hot agony as the final blow landed,
dead on target.
"Three," screamed Sarah, pushed almost to breaking point. "Please stop, please,
please stop. I'll do anything you want, but please don't belt me anymore!"
Sobbing, she desperately wanted to rub the rawness of her ass but she was tied
tight and couldn't move a muscle.
Howling, she thrashed on the table as S brought his hand down on her ass with a
brutal spank. The sound of flesh on damaged flesh ricocheted through the room as
he spanked Sarah's ass over and over again with heavy blows, tormenting the
helpless woman before him. Her skin throbbed and burned; the pain of the belting
and now the spanking was almost more than she could bear. S finished the
spanking with a couple of stingingly hard smacks, then suddenly thrust two of
his fingers between her legs, deep inside her cunt.
Then, she shuddered as he poured cold water from one of the bottles over her hot
ass, the water washing over her heated skin and trickling down between her legs.
"Never speak to me like that again. Are we clear?" he asked, his fingers still
buried inside her.
"Yes, Sir," sobbed Sarah helplessly. For Sarah, the humiliation was much worse
than the pain of the belt and his spanks, or the violation of his fingers.
Withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, he walked around the so she could see
him. "Your pleas mean nothing to me, your obedience is everything. Good behavior
will be rewarded; unacceptable behaviour will be punished. It's that simple. Do
you deserve a drink?"
"Yes, Sir, if it pleases you, Sir," whispered Sarah, hoping her punishment was
over at last.
"We'll see if it pleases me," he replied, picking up the bottle of water from
where it lay on the ground. He'd poured most of it over her ass but there was
still a bit left on the bottom. Moving behind her again, Sarah groaned when she
felt him drag the neck of the bottle down the length of her pink cunt lips. The
glass was cold and hard. She wondered what he was doing.
Using the fingers of one hand, he spread her pussy apart so her slit was open
and exposed. Then, in one swift, brutal movement, he inserted the neck of the
glass bottle deep inside her cunt. Cringing, Sarah heard the shocked intake of
breath from Rob and Karen as they watched in disbelief, and the appreciative
laughs of S's friends as the bottle sank into her body. She squirmed on the
table in an effort to free herself, but the flat of S's hand smacked down on her
used ass, stopping her. "I told you not to move, bitch. Just lie there while I
fuck you with this bottle like the slut you are."
Sarah obeyed as he humiliated her in front of his audience, rolling the bottle
around inside her as he spanked her once again, but not as harshly this time. It
was more of a rhythmic, measured spanking, and the sensations were different
than before. To her shame, Sarah realised she was almost enjoying the joint deep
penetration and spanking!
A reluctant moan escaped her as S pushed the bottle deeper inside her. First the
neck and then the body slipped into her pussy, so deep that it hit her cervix,
causing her to wince a little in pleasurable discomfort. And still he spanked
her, over and over again as he fucked her shamelessly. A blush crept across her
face as her captor laughed softly when he pulled the bottle from her cunt. It
was coated with her pussy juices - the evidence of her pleasure was plain for
all to see.
"Such a fucking slut," he said, coming around to the front of the table. "Untie
her," he said to one of his mates, who hurried to do his bidding. Sarah sighed
in relied as her aching arms and legs were freed, but she dared not move into a
more comfortable position until S allowed her.
"Sit up, bitch," he ordered. "Up on the table top, knees bent, legs open. Show
your cunt to your friends."
Sarah hung her head in shame as she followed his instructions. She sat in the
middle of the table with her legs wide apart, her wet pussy betraying her in
front of everyone.
S burrowed though one of the bags on the floor. He selected a large orange
carrot and a ripe banana and placed them on the table next to her. "Still
hungry? Which would you like to eat? You choose," he said mildly, fixing her
with a steely stare.
Sarah didn't know what to say, this was most unexpected and she was unsure where
he was going with this. Erring on the side of caution, she chose the carrot; it
was the closest thing to her. "I choose this, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Shove it in your cunt."
Sarah stared at him, eyes wide. "Pardon, Sir?" she choked in disbelief.
"You heard. Shove it in your cunt. All the way, as far as it will go. Big end
first. Quickly, before I do it for you. You won't like that, I can assure you."
Sarah knew he meant business. She briefly considered begging for respite, but
realised it would make no difference. Hesitantly, she picked up the carrot and
pressed the carrot against her pussy. It slid inside her easily; her cunt was
wet although her shame and humiliation was plain to see. The other men crowded
around the table for a better look at her as she pushed the carrot between her
splayed legs, deeper and deeper until just the bottom of it could be seen
protruding from her slit.
S offered her the bottle, the neck still glistening with her juices. "Drink," he
commanded.
Sarah looked at him in horror. She couldn't drink from the very bottle he just
fucked her with! "Uh, no thanks, Sir," she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.
The carrot was still embedded in her cunt; there was not much left of her
dignity to strip but this was too much.
"Fucking drink it," he said quietly, pulling her head up by her hair so she was
forced to look at him. "Do it now."
Face burning, Sarah took the bottle from him and raised it to her mouth. She
tipped the bottle up and felt the cool water slide down her dry throat. Sarah
was careful to avoid the bottle actually touching her lips - she didn't want to
taste herself if she could help it. Finishing the water, she handed the bottle
back to S.
"Lick yourself off it, slut," he said, refusing to take it. "Lick the bottle
clean, and do it properly."
Defeated and humiliated, Sarah did as she was told. Hesitantly, she flicked her
pink tongue over the glass, swallowing her own juices as instructed. She gasped
as he tugged the bottom of the carrot that was just visible in her cunt and
jerked her hips as if to stop him. S smiled cruelly at her as she did so,
reveling in her degradation. "You're loving it, slut. Don't pretend otherwise."
Closing her eyes, Sarah finished licking herself from the bottle and moaned as S
pulled the carrot from her moist cunt. It made a sucking noise as he withdrew it
from her body and he held it up for everyone to see. "Look, it's dripping with
her sluttishness. I knew she was loving this." Taking the bottle from her, he
handed her the carrot instead. "You know what to do, bitch. Don't disappoint
me."
Sarah knew exactly what he expected. Feeling strangely empty and frustrated, she
licked juices from the carrot, then ate it, legs still spread wide. For now, her
punishing humiliation was complete.
Submitted with love and thanks to Sir, my inspiration :)
